Chapter 3: The Divine Doctor

Gong Yi Nian Huai thought about it, is it dressed as a monk, this has to be implemented, otherwise wouldn't it be too sad?

"Meng Gongzi, disrespectful, disrespectful. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info first introduces a net surface. "It's not good for Gong to take a look in the mirror in front of Meng Zhijing to determine if he has really crossed over and become a monk, or is he a small one. Isn't there a river in the back, let's use the water as a mirror to see what has become of you.

Meng Zhijing was very polite, "Little master, please." ”

Gong Nian Huai walked to the bank of the river and looked down into the water. Where is there a little monk, it is clearly a little boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Slow, clear-eyed little boy? Damn, I'm forty, how can I still be beautiful? It's okay to have clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, who makes yourself handsome. But what's the matter with this little boy?

Gong Nian Huai shook his clothes, which were very loose. Oh no, the clothes were loose, but not very loose. Lift your feet, and the high-waisted leather boots are a little loose. If the shoes are loose, the feet are small.

Gong Nian Huai looked at himself reflected in the river in a daze, and was stunned for a while. The physical age is not in sync with the mental age. It seems that his physical development is not as good as Meng Zhijing, and Meng Zhijing seems to be less than a teenager and less than twenty years old. It's a strange feeling, and now I am about the same age as my daughter.

Gong Yi Nianhuai understood, the reason why Meng Zhijing called himself a little master, his hair was short, and his head was inch. The one who is the head of the monk is the one? Is there only one criterion for a monk? In addition to his short hair, he doesn't look like a monk from the neck down.

Gong Nian Huai pretended to pick up a few handfuls of river water and wiped it on his face, the feeling was different, the skin was smooth and firm, and it was full of elasticity.

After a day of baking, the river water is a little warm, sprinkled on the face, making people very comfortable, Gong Nian Huai has a handful of water on the face, thinking about the next step.

When you come to this era, you must first live. And he has no relatives, and his identity is unspeakably secret. How to hide your identity, you can't cover it up with light, you have to find a statement that fits your identity.

And this Meng Zhijing doesn't look like a big-headed soldier, and he calls him Gongzi, but he doesn't react and accepts it calmly. From this, he got used to the title. That means that he is indeed a son, not an exalted title.

Also, when Pingshui meets, when he introduces himself, he won't bring his dad out. And Meng Zhijing was brought out, what is his father's name Shang Meng Xia Jue, Meng Jue. That also shows that when he said this, even if others don't know who he Meng Zhijing is, they should also know who his father Meng Heng is. Meng Heng is a celebrity, for sure.

Wait, Meng Hui? How is it so familiar.

Ah---, Gong Nian Huai trembled as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body froze there, and his mouth couldn't help but scream.

Didn't his boss Meng Hui boast to himself that he had a great heroic ancestor who was wise and powerful, and it was this Meng Hui. Once passing by Ezhou City, Gong Nian Huai was dragged by his boss to visit Meng Heng's tomb.

In the concept of Gong Nian Huai, the Song Dynasty was a very strange dynasty. Could it be that the first time I played through the Song Dynasty?

This is not scientific!

It doesn't matter if it's scientific or not, at least Gong Yi Nianhuai knows the era he lives in. And it's clear. This is also due to his superiors.

Boss Meng Hui does not worship him, the ancestor Meng Hui. From the date of birth to the march and battle, he is more familiar with Meng Heng than himself.

Then this young man named Meng Zhijing is the eldest son of Meng Hui, born in 1212, and now looks sixteen or seventeen years old, that is, it should be around 1228 now.

However, for Gong Nian Huai, no matter how powerful Meng Hui is, he can't surpass Yue Fei. Otherwise, why is there no Meng Heng in his only historical knowledge. And Yue Fei is different, saying that household names are light, I don't know if Yue Fei can be as serious as whether he is Chinese.

"Little master, what's wrong?" Meng Zhijing's slightly concerned cry came from behind him, followed by footsteps.

"Oh, that's fine." Gong Nian Huai straightened his waist, shook off the water droplets on his hand, said casually, turned to meet Meng Zhijing who walked quickly, gritted his teeth, and showed a mouth of fine porcelain white teeth.

"Brother Meng, the younger brother loses Nianhuai." Gong Nian Huai figured it out, no matter whether this Meng Heng was a celebrity in the Song Dynasty or not, it was more reliable than himself, a person who was more mysterious than Sun Wukong's origins. With him, his identity that is not embarrassing or embarrassing can be covered up.

"Ah, Gong loses --- Nianhuai, Gong loses brother, Gong loses clan?"

Gong Yi Nian Huai secretly thought, could it be that the name of Gong Yi was very big in the Song Dynasty? Listening to this tone, Meng Zhijing seemed to admire it very much. That's better, if you set the Meng Zhijing again, see how famous the Gongyi clan is in the Song Dynasty and whether you can rely on it.

"Oh, it's Brother Gong. The younger brother was reckless. No wonder, no wonder. Meng Zhijing arched his hand casually, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

What's going on, why is this Meng Zhijing so good? Isn't his name as good as a nameless monk?

Gong Yi pondered and understood.

"Brother Meng, these herbs are used to treat malaria, I'm afraid they can't be caught." Gong Yi Nianhuai's expression towards Meng Zhijing was as if he hadn't seen it, and he walked to Meng Zhijing's side and said casually.

"Ah, how could the male brother guess and be successful. These herbs are indeed prepared for the treatment of malaria. Could it be that the public loser is not passed down by ingenuity, how can he be familiar with the art of Qihuang? ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai made an expression that was really like this, "There is not a single word for everything, the craftsman is ingenious, and so is Qi Huang." Does Brother Meng think so? ”

Meng Zhijing looked at Gongyi Nianhuai in surprise, "Brother Gongyi has a cure for malaria?" ”

Gong Nian Huai smiled freely, "Brother Meng won't let the little brother go to the clinic now." ”

Meng Zhijing paused, looked at Gong Yi Nianhuai, and suddenly smiled, "That's, that's, the doctor pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and seeing, and if you don't see the patient, you naturally can't give medicine." The younger brother was reckless. Come, leave a horse for the gentleman, ah, it would be better for the gentleman to ride in the car. ”

As soon as Meng Zhijing was happy, he asked someone to bring a mount to Gong Nianhuai, but he was the only one in the whole team to ride a horse, so he had to change his words temporarily.

Gong Yi Nianhuai was really afraid that Meng Zhijing would let him ride his horse, where would he ride a horse. Besides, how can riding a horse be as comfortable as riding a car.

The soldier, who had always followed Meng Zhijing, ran to the nearest ox cart, moved the sack on the cart, made a small nest, and asked Gong Nian Huai to get into the car.

Meng Zhijing showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, "The little brother was in a hurry, and he was wronged." ”

Gong Nian Huai is not pretentious, but also shows a very useful look, change the backpack hanging on his chest to his back, a run, gently jump into the car, rub in the nest, find a comfortable position, and lie down at once.

"It's so comfortable. The younger brother has traveled thousands of miles every day, and now he can finally rest. ”

"Traveling thousands of miles in a day?" Meng Zhijing, who was riding on a horse, was next to the car, and when he heard the words of Gong Nian Huai, his jaw almost fell, and he looked condescendingly at Gong Nian Huai lying on his back on the sack. The two stared at each other with big eyes.

Gong Nian Huai saw that this was not good, turned over, lay on his side, his eyes went over the high sack, and looked into the distance in the twilight.

Pretending to be forced, I didn't have a day to return to Zaoyang in China from Kenya, Africa, not 10,000, but 15,000.

Not only did he travel thousands of miles away from the previous day, but he also crossed countless time zones, throwing himself back to 800 years ago. How do you calculate this distance?

"Our public loser, for the sake of extreme ingenuity, traveled all over the five continents, visited famous mountains, and finally returned to the hometown of our ancestors."

In order to give himself an identity, Gong Nian Huai decided to make good use of his surname. Meng Zhijing is not easy to ask, so tell him yourself, preconceived, so that Meng Zhijing is no longer suspicious of his origin.

No matter how developed the Song Dynasty was, it was still too far behind itself as a later generation. And I am a technician, so it is inevitable that I will do something beyond this era if I am not careful.

And the ancestor of the Gongyi clan is an inventor, invention, isn't it from scratch, with this god-like ancestor as a shield, he will send rockets to the sky in the future, at least it will not make the people of the Song Dynasty feel too unbelievable, so as to doubt their origins.

"The five continents that Brother Gong said are Jizhou, Yanzhou, Qingzhou, Xuzhou, and Yongzhou?"

"Uh---," Gong Yi Nian Huai listened, where is this, Qingzhou, Yanzhou, Xuzhou knows by themselves, where is this Jizhou and Yongzhou? Oh, Jizhou is Hebei, isn't the abbreviation of Hebei Ji, as for Yongzhou, he really doesn't know where it is.

This forced pretend, not a good match, full of screwing.

"Ah, the five continents that the younger brother said are the land of the extreme west, not Middle-earth." The more he said it, the more awkward it became, not only the awkward use of words, but also the geographical scope of the region. In later generations, the five states mentioned by Meng Zhijing must be the territory of the republic, but for the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, Jizhou, Qingzhou, and Yanzhou are definitely not in the territory, Xuzhou is not there, it is not clear, and Yongzhou, he has no concept at all.

If you admit that you have traveled to these five states, and the Southern Song Dynasty people regard themselves as spies, it will not be fun. If the limb is not sound, the suspicion will be heavier. If this is the case for one person, I am afraid that a country will not be an exception.

"There are also five states in the far west? Brother Gong, can the five states in the extreme west have my vast and rich Great Song Dynasty? Meng Zhijing's neck twisted again, with stars in his eyes, and he looked at Gong Yi Nianhuai expectantly.

Gong Nian Huai chuckled and rolled his eyes, how can this be said? For a person who has no concept of the earth, this is an inexplicable question.

"If the younger brother can cure malaria, the younger brother will definitely tell Brother Meng about the experience of the younger brother, and he will know everything at that time." Gong Nian Huai hurriedly pulled the topic back, not that he didn't want to talk about it, but he didn't know the scope of Song people's knowledge, and his identity couldn't be revealed, and if he said too much, he would lose it, maybe any sentence would arouse the suspicion of others, so let's take it step by step.

"Mr. reminded me that it was the younger brother who was reckless. In my opinion, there is a cure for malaria? ”